Mystical night {poetry}

c. riker

C. Riker

There’s something
decidedly ancient
and yet familiar
standing in the
offspring of wooded
growth.

Semi-shrouded
moonlight
felt soft
through the corners
of my edges.

It filled my weary
estuaries
as I joined
a hypnotic
soulful melody
of tree frogs
on this crisp,
mystical night.

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About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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